William Shakespeare "Sonnet 66" lyrics

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Sonnet 66

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,As, to behold desert a beggar born,And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,And purest faith unhappily forsworn,And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,And strength by limping sway disabled,And art made tongue-tied by authority,And folly doctor-like controlling skill,And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,And captive good attending captain ill:Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

Sonnet 66

Tyr’d with all theſe for reſtfull death I cry,As to behold deſert a begger borne,And needie Nothing trimd in iollitie,And pureſt faith vnhappily forſworne,And gilded honour ſhamefully miplaſt,And maiden vertue rudely ſtrumpeted,And right perfection wrongfully diſgrac’d,And ſtrength by limping ſway diſabled,And arte made tung-tide by authoritie,And Folly controuling skill,And ſimple-Truth miſcalde Simplicitie,And captive-good attending Captaine ill.Tyr’d with all theſe, from theſe would I be gone;Saue that to dye, I leaue my loue alone.

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